Cat Kisses Are Better~ //ERASERMIC//

Chap. 23

"Shota."
"What.."
"You look completely stupid."
"What!" He had on a black tank top and a pair of pink workout pants "I look absolutely Stellar!" He grumbled.
"Sure you do..." Hizashi yawned "now get off, you're heavy." Shota huffed but he listened, they sat on the couch watching some tv series. Shota's phone rang, he didn't have to look to know who it was. His mom kept calling him every other week "Sho... maybe you should answer, it's been a few years maybe they, y'know..." Hizashi placed his hand on Shota's.
"Why, she'll just-"
"Please, Sho just this time." Hizashi begged
"Fine." Shota snapped

"What."
"Shota! You answered... b-before you hang up," her voice began to break "I'm sorry for what I said, I was furious that you didn't tell me sooner that you were... I want to meet them. Your family. I want to make sure your happy."
Shota's heart sunk a little
"So, I want to ride over, it might take a few hours but, I-I just want to see my little boy again..."
"Mom... I-I... fine.." Shota sighed and gave the address. Hizashi's eyes lit up at him, Shota just pushed him away. Hizashi smiled, "Alright, I guess I'll see you in a few hours Mom." He hung up.
"See! I knew you would give in." Hizashi lightly punched Shota's arm.
"Whatever... get ready, get Toshi up too. We need to clean up.." Shota mumbled

Hizashi smiled at Shota. He just sighed and started to walk to their bathroom. Hizashi stood up and walked to Hitoshi's room "Tosh, time to get up." He turned on the light. His room was covered with small pieces of paper, some had notes on them others were drawings "Toshi, up" he made his way to Hitoshi's bed and tapped him "get up" Hitoshi groaned a little but opened his eyes "What..."
"Get up"
"Why..."
"Cause, your not being a sleepy head like your father."
"Fine.." he threw his legs over the bed and stood up, stretching in the process. He came up to Hizashi's shoulder now. 13... jeez... years fly by huh... (I'm making this the last time skip for awhile) "Get some nice clothes on too."
"Why... Mina isn't coming over is she...?" Hitoshi mumbled as he walked to his dresser.
"Mina? Whose that?" Hizashi crossed his arms. Hitoshi froze, he slipped up...
"M-my uh..."
"I'm just messing with you" he ruffled his hair "I'm glad you finally got a girl, Hitoshi" Hizashi smiled "now... I don't know how Sho-"
"What does she look like, what's her personality, does she do drugs?" Shota was leaning against the door frame looking in the room, Hizashi jumped at his voice. "Dad, i... no she doesn't do that stuff. She's really sweet and uh.." he was going red
"Sho.. really?" Hizashi whispered to him.
"I don't want him hurt." he whispered back.
"Hitoshi you don't have to answer the rest, just get clothes on" Hizashi said as he pulled Shota out of the room, closing the door.

"Glad you got out of those stupid pants." Hizashi laughed a little
"You're the one who bought the damn pants."
"I didn't think you'd really wear them." He rubbed the back of his neck "You only wear black so... yeah, you needed colour.. heh"
"Sometimes I wondered why I married you..."
"Because I'm irresistible?" Hizashi laughed "I'm just your Killer Queen, huh? Guaranteed to blow your mind?"
"Dear Lord, Hizashi Yamada stop quoting Queen or so help me."
Shota started to walk to the kitchen, clearly done with Hizashi's stuff.
"Love of my life, don't leave me.."
"Hizashi!"
"Fine, fine. What do I need to do?"
"Well first shut up, then go change. Put something decent on." Shota watched as Hizashi walked into the kitchen "pfft... at least I have good clothes."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Shota spun around and looked straight into Hizashi's eyes "Nothing babe." He kissed Shota's forehead "You get pissed easily."
"Go change dumbass." He grumbled.

Shota had his hair fixed into a bun with a braid in it, Hizashi had to help him braid it, a black turtleneck, black pants. Okay, maybe Zashi was right... nothing but black... jeez...
Hizashi came back into the kitchen, white pants, a black shirt, tucked in.
"Ready Freddie" he gave Shota finger guns. Shota rolled his eyes and grumble, his cheeks slightly pink moron..